Burning the masses

Resonance of the foul

Burning the masses
Mass gaces, open opportunitys for our minds to replicate the pleasure of
fear. Mocking the prosiness of sound, the frequency drops to subsonic
standards. Phantasmal tempest prospects
the rain of arrows. Sharpness defined by the solidification of man
fragments and desecrates the ears of the unborn. Auditory perception
infects it's genesis for the genetics of superlative venom lactating spawn.
A spawn of man,
irreconcilable to moral of virtue. The evil of man is upon us. Resonance
The depraved separation of lie is between us. The mass graves, filled with
ear ruptured versions of adoration. Resonance Supersonic beings
relapse their versions of noise. Resonance Only the deaf contain sanity.
Resonance Only the reverberating aftermath
of this insistent apocalypse settles in the minds of the deaf, forever.
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